“…one thing I don’t need perfect vision to see…”

“…one thing I don’t need perfect vision to see…”

I keep forgetting I need to wear my glasses. Otherwise, the far away is just a blur. Does it really change how I see the world though?

I can still see the coconut branches swaying gently, gently in the fading light. I can still see that the sky is a pale, pale blue under the grey kissed clouds. The world is still beautiful even if my vision is blurred.

When I was 5 or 6, there was a huge neem tree in our backyard. I used to climb it and look at the world the same as I do now. More than two decades later, the tree is gone and the back veranda is my preferred spot. Here, I sit in my towel and air-dry after a shower. Here is where I watch the last of my day die. What would I trade it for?

I think that’s the wrong question. The question is what would I add to it? Or who? Perhaps, nothing or just maybe there’s one thing, one thing I see better than I see the world or me. These days there’s one thing I see so clearly with my eyes closed; one thing I don’t need perfect vision to see or know better than I know the million trillion thoughts that flow through my mind.